My new favorite picture

What's a Jack Butler?

Oh, about 12 an a half pounds.

That's right. Jack has become quite the little chunk. 12 1/2 pounds at 6 weeks.

Today is a big day for Jack-- his first road trip. We'll see how this goes.

Poopin' ain't easy.

Ah, young love.

Can't wait til Christmas

Game, Set, Flush.

Well, the toilet won. I thought my phone would conquer, but I was wrong. If you try and call my phone, I will not answer-- b/c even though I can hear you, you cannot hear me. The good news is I can still send pictures like this one:



Anyhow, I will be using Jeremy's phone until December, which is when I qualify for a free new phone. So if you want to reach me call Jeremy's phone. If you want to reach me, but don't know his number, then call my phone and leave a message. If you don't want to reach me, then bite me.

p.s. I really wanted to come up with some clever variant of the old "calling ralph" line as my subject for this post, but I couldn't think of anything. Oh man, that would have been so clever. Drat. I just wanted to let you all know that I wanted to be clever, and, if you ask me, wanting to be clever is pretty close to being clever.

I hear my baby, I gotta go.